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Only Time will TellIn a second,
My heart fell.
I tried to catch it,
But it rebelled.
In a minute,
My steps stopped.
I was stuck,
But my feet would not pop.
In an hour,
My mind was running.
With no block,
The dreams became stunning.
In a day,
My fingers were itching.
To reach out and touch,
But my choice kept switching.
In a week,
My body was urging.
To stand next to love,
My emotions were surging.
In a month,
My eyes followed.
The sparkle around him,
Had my thoughts hollowed.
In a year,
My mouth spoke,
The three holy words,
But soon, it was revoked.
In a month,
My eyes filled.
With streams of sadness,
It all spilled.
In a week,
My body was purging.
The hate-filled emotions would not stop,
My confusion was verging.
In a day,
My fingers were clenching.
Around my heart,
It truly felt wrenching.
In a minute,
My steps were filled,
With contemplation and wonder,
But none was fulfilled.
In a second,
My heart kept asking.
But time said nothing,
Keeping the future in masking.
Never had to hold Your handMash up lyrics
sONGS USED: "I Want To Hold Your Hand" by: GLEE cast, "Never Had a Dream" by: S Club 7, "Miss Invisible" by: Marie Digby, "Songbird" by: GLEE cast.
There's a girl
i can't hide.
I never found the words to say,
For you,the sun will be shining,
And she'll say...
You'll always be my baby
Just a day spent counting the time.
It's alright, I know it's right
Then one day just the same as the last,
the songbirds keep singing.
And I know no matter where love takes me to,
i wanna hold your hand
Somewhere in my memory I lost all sense of time.
As the crowd passes by,
Like never before.
i feel that something
Take a little look at the face of Miss Always Invisible,
I think you'll understand,
There's no use looking back or wondering,
I just can't say goodbye
Even though I pretend that I've moved on,
when i say that something,
oh please say to me
For you, there'll be no more crying,
To you, I'll give the world
And I love you, I love you, I love you.
Crushed or being Crushed?
I always have watched him from a distance,
Like a guardian angel watching over someone important.
Days pass by, and I still watch.
Hoping one day he will finally notice.
I want him to notice how much I care.
I want to be the one next to his side.
Am I crushing on him,
Or am I just being crushed?
People say loving at a young age is just puppy love.
Maybe it is just puppy love to them.
But to me, it means I'm falling for someone I know I might never get.
Guys remind me of stars,
There are so many of them but yet so far away.
I hope one day that all the girls that have been crushed
will be loved for who they are.
But till that day comes,
girls will be crushing
And some will be crushed.
Never understandingNever Understanding
by Audrey Woo
No one ever understands me,
No matter how much I show
Or how much I hide
They don't understand,
The complexity of my life, my mind, my thoughts
How much it hurts to not be the same
To want a normal life
To have normal thoughts, normal feelings
You will never understand,
How it feels to be lonely
Abandoned with no one to care nor love
Time passes by every second
Every second of my life has me wondering
Why was I born like this?
People and days pass by like a blur
They will never realize,
How much its hurts to be on the outside
Like a snow globe
I can only watch
As no one notices me
And I cry
Tears like river streams flow down one by one
No one understands
The pain that wears my heart day by day
Till there's nothing left
An empty soul
Is what I have become
Still I wonder
Why has it come to this?
It still ponders my empty heart
My empty feelings
My empty thoughts
No one understands me
They don't understand
You never understand
I will never understan
A letter from Sins A letter from Sins
This is what brought me here,
It was not innate.
From the lack of love,
Called names of a bast
Slowly Endlessly LoversSlowly Endlessly Lovers
by Audrey Woo
Should've known you'd bring me heartache
No, I could not want you more than I did right then,
But did you know my heart's been
Broken since the day I met you
Oh, please, say to me
How beautiful you and I would be
Your fingertips across my skin
I wanna hold your hand
Stay with me, baby stay with me,
Tonight don't leave me alone.
Endlessly to be true to you
And in my sweetest dream
When the days were long and the world was small.
You sang me spanish lullabies
The sweetest sadness in your eyes
I think you´ll understand
And when I touch you I feel happy, inside
Hold my breath as you're moving in,
I sent a secret prayer up above
And put my heart away
I'm trying not to think about you
Almost lover, endlessly kiss me slowly
I wanna hold your hand
I am a MouseI am a mouse.
I am quiet, I am nothing.
I am a book that nobody has read.
I am an eclipsed sun and a cloaked moon.
I am irrelevant and unwanted, a broken toy in an attic.
I am the dust in your rear-view mirror that you leave behind.
I am the air that you breathe in and spit out as something different.
I am the palest white. I am the darkest black. I am the dullest, emptiest grey.
I am the old man with forgotten memories and the baby who has yet to make them.
I am a forgotten word, dangling on the tip of your tongue, hanging on the noose of your lips.
I am a dried up stream. I am a felled forest. I am an abandoned cornucopia of resolute nothingness.
And there is Hell burning in my eyes.
PainParalized by the suffering
A shiver down my spine
Images of my past haunt me
No one can save me from this hell
to me you are perfect
I do not know the reasons
for all those scars burning
against your bright skin
you've been soaking
a pain reminiscing from past
we both cannot recollect
yet you are so beautiful..
when night gets darker
and I am the one...
who's hungered to undress
the spirit of you
slowly revealing the layers
coming off from shadows
disguised in desires
craving to be fulfilled
I will caress every corner
of your silhouette
until I figure the true shape
of your heart
I will rub those blisters
softly until every nerve
of you gushes into a river
and you moan into a life
I had promised you
years ago when we began
to breathe into each other
for all the truths
I must swallow
and lessons I must learn
you are the one
I am destined to discover
what it means
to love in perfection
i can't keep walking on these dry-rot bonesoh, i am not a poet;
like the ink scratches
of plath, i am
specter boy: decay,
dispose, & disappoint
because this is the way
that writers wane -
(this hangman head is no
survivor story, & gods
do not burn out
you talk like a travestyoh, mercury boy, you can't
write your way out of this
body or out of this mind;
you can pray like it's high-fashion,
insist you're only burning yourself out
(but tell me - do you feel like a god yet?)
if only for murky mirrors &
silver cicadas caught
in your ribcage, you've
got a knack for decaying
poem for borderlinesif i could concentrate over
seven hundred thousand eyes
at the roof to the numbers stepping
from the nicities & rows
to go back
to the shattered surface
& the ripples beating over the hang
halfway between shallow
biting lips. maybe--
she couldn't have known
that it takes a whole three minutes
for the lungs to
well, maybe she
who, oh well
the white; the haze--
the booming over
the spume and spray
me get out of my head
just pull up the shutters
my tongue the weight to talk
but that's all we'll ever be:
a match burning itself out for
under the backspray of someone else's wheels
The PointIt’s the taste of cake mix on the spoon, that first time you ‘help’ bake a cake.
It’s seeing the bright world afresh after a dark nightmare, when you first wake.
It’s when you make them laugh and, in that moment, everyone loves a clown.
It’s when your heart stops before the roller coaster plummets down, down.
It’s when the lights go out before your favourite band plays and you scream.
It’s that moment you look around and everything’s perfect enough to be a dream.
It’s the anticipation of waiting for a new episode of your favourite television show.
It’s the first time you listen to your favourite record and you just sort of know.
It’s reading a book cover-to-cover and a million times more and still crying at the ending.
It’s the stiff, tight, real feeling of a smiling scab as you watch the wound mending.
It’s when you first meet your best friend and you hate each other (but in a good way).
The Eyes, Steps, Voice of Love
it all started with .......
a glance, a stare
a step, a walk
a word, a talk
slowly, but surely, it became........
between you and me..........
the stars in our eyes sparkled
our steps in sync like the beating of our hearts
a melodic song that would never end
but who knew.........
in those eyes, there was a sign
in those steps, there was a warning
in those lips, there was a message
in that one moment of darkness...........
a loving became a hating
synchronic beats became disharmony
a euphony became discord
with time, everything changed........
a look of betrayal
a walk to stay away
a word of guilt.
our hearts used to fit like a puzzle,
creating a haven.
losing each other among the others.
and it ended with.................
a stare, a glance
a walk, a step
a talk, a word
a love, a hope
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung words
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
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